Wednesday, January 1, 2025

Discussion Questions


 

The following questions are meant to help us prepare for and guide the discussion during our upcoming book club meeting. You can write out responses to the questions but that is not necessary.

 

 

1) Did any event(s) in the book cause you to reevaluate assumptions you made?

2) What is one thing from the book that you thought was done well and why? (this could be a motif, a trope, writing styles, connection to real world events, characters, etc.)

3) What is one thing from the book that you thought could have been done better and why? (again, this really can be anything, even text formatting for those who read instead of listening)

 

4) Anything else you want to talk about!


Worried you're going to be too critical? Don't be! The time is ours to critically evaluate what we partake of, and all discussion is welcome as long as we maintain respect of all club members.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Cops and Robbers

Cops and Robbers

(A Transformers Fan-fiction)

Chapter 1

     The silvery city of Zetetic, nestled safely on the liquid ground of the Mercury Sea, slowed down as night approached, Rho Cassiopeiae falling from her lofty heights to meet the edge of Cybertron. The upholders--volitant in their biped formers--drifted through the city of learning, spiraling up the towering columns that housed Zetenies civilians, insuring that everyone had returned to their places of lodging without mishap. Straightaway, captain of the upholders, flew along the bulwarks, that protected Zetetic from large waves of quicksilver whenever there was a wind storm. The rotor blades in her wings giving just enough power to glide slowly above the metallic structure.
     She had worked hard to become the captain in Zetetic, dedicated all her energy to this way of life with the goal that one day she would be the best. Straightaway silently preened as she made her final round for the night; the captain of a whole city, not just any city but one dedicated to learning--she was indeed among the best of the upholders.
     The inhabitants of the city fell into their routine torpor, safe in their recharge because she protected them, she and her upholders. They were the ones who insured that sparklings did not fall off the buildings and sink in the mercury ground. They helped new-comers adjust to the way Zetetic worked, the way Zetenies should live. They were the ones who helped visitors find lodging and navigate the floating city. And she did a fine job at organizing her upholders--if she did say so herself. Not once in the five solar cycles since she’d been captain had a life been lost in the city to something other than natural causes.
     As the mecha stood above the gates, currently closed and blocking off the main way through the wall encompassing the city, the sound of splashing caught her attention. Looking over the side of the wall she saw someone splashing in the quicksilver in front of the gates, unable to climb up onto the small ledge at the front of the gates. The figure was so covered in silver metal that Straightaway could not tell whom it was, other than that they had wings which wasn’t really helpful since most Zetenies were fliers.
     Stepping off the bulwarks, she lowered herself until she was almost touching the mercury before addressing herself to the struggling form. “Please remain calm. I am going to remove you from the mercury. You need only to raise your servos above you helm and not struggle, I will do the rest.” She was glad she was listen to, she knew from experience the difficulties of trying to pull a struggling Cybertronian from the sea. As soon as the servos were above the silver coated helm Straightaway grabbed them and began to fly upward.
     Once they were both safely standing on the wall the upholder got a better look at the Cybertronian, trying to identify who it was. That the stranger was a seeker was obvious, the masculine frame clearly announcing it to be a mech, and as he tried to clean the liquid silver from his face-plate she could make out green optics; the mech was so covered with the mercury though, that his attempts at cleaning accomplished nothing. 
     Straightaway didn’t even need to think about what she was to do next, she was just that good at being an upholder. “Sir, Zetetic is closed for the night so I must ask that you come with me to the upholder barracks for the duration of the night cycle.” The fembot intoned in her authoritative voice. All lodgings of the city were closed for the night and would not open again until Rho Cassiopeiae’s light could be seen over the Mercury Sea. “You will also have a chance to clean the quicksilver from your frame before it becomes too dirty. If you would be so kind as to follow me.” With that she began to walk along the bulwarks toward the barracks, using her sensors to insure the mech was carefully following her; she was not interested in having to write a report on why the night’s torpor had been interrupted when she, the captain, had been on duty.
     “I will need to file your arrival and the reason why you came here.” She said as the two walked. Taking a data file out of her subspace she turned it on and started to type. “We might as well get started now so that you may recharge sooner. What is your official designation and your preferred name?”
     The mech stepped up so that he was walking beside Straightaway before he began to answer her questions. “My designation is Seeker W25-21P,” his voice was surprisingly deep, “I prefer to be called Skywarp.” 
     After taking note of this Straightaway looked over at the mech, gave him a cold glare and stepped ahead of him. As an upholder she was to walk in front of whomever she was guiding--that was just how it was. Skywarp apparently did not comprehend this since he quickly stepped back up to her side.
     “Why did you arrive at Zetetic during the time of torpor?” Her voice was stern, Skywarp did't seem to understand how the city was run, meaning that she would have to make sure he didn’t inadvertently disobey one of Zetetic’s many rules.
     “I was not aware that this city has a curfew.” He replied as if it cleared him of all responsibility.
     Straightaway looked over at the interloper, he should have known about the torpor and many other things before being allowed to visit the city of learning. “Your reason for come to this city.” The upholder was in no mood deal with incompetent travelers who thought that they could get of the hock by insisting they didn’t know something was wrong--she never was in the mood to deal with such stupidity.
     The mech puffed out his chest plate as if he were some all-important somebody. “I have come to check on a project that I commissioned,” was all he said.
     Straightaway glared at him, “listen sir, I am the captain of the upholder of Zetetic. You arrived at my city during the time of torpor, that means if I feel you are being evasive or otherwise impertinent, I can send you packing right back out of Zetetic, and with how thoroughly you are covered in mercury I highly doubt that you be able to fly out of the sea.” Her tone had not changed in the slightest from when she had been questioning him.
     The mech faltered in his stride and Straightaway once again walked in front of him. “Hey, I get the message captain of the upholders. But you don’t have to be so rude about it.” Skyward grumbled, sounding very insolent.
     “I was merely illustrating my point. Now, why did you come to Zetetic?”
Rolling his optics Skywarp restarted his explanation. “I commissioned a mech by the name of Screamingstar to draw up the designs for a ship, that was a while ago and I felt I should come and see the progress for myself since I am paying for him to create this blueprint.”
     Straightaway was not nearly done with her questioning, but by this point they had reached the barracks and she figured that she might as well let the flier wash the quicksilver from his frame rather than have him track it into the immaculate upholder building. Pointing to the outdoor wash racks, she waited for him to clean himself then escorted him into the barracks to finish her interrogation.   

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

State of the Human Family...a speech


Many people today believe that the family is no longer important. Some schools in the United States of America, serve three meals a day. This destroys the family by lessening the time that children can spend with their parents. Yet so many things point to families. Let's look at the cat for one. The cat will defend her young with her life, she works night and day for weeks teaching her young what is safe to eat and what is not. Recently, I had a mother cat living under my old chicken coop. I was giving her plenty of food, but then something happened and one of her kits got hurt, so even thou she had plenty of food she moved all of her kittens to a safer location even thou it would be harder for her. Yet now so many mothers would rather turn the teaching of their children over to the government. Even though the government tens to wont what is best for itself rather than what is best for the governed. Like after the Russian Bolshevik Revolution, when Stalin came to power, the schools told the children that god did not exist, because if the children did not believe that god exists then they will be more likely to believe exactly what the government told them, and the Russian government also tried to close down the practice of all religions.
How can the human race hope to survive when we can not or will not grasp the thing that so many of the tiniest creatures have mastered?
God created man and woman to work together and have a family. But now people are encouraging us to forget that marriage is between a man and a woman and that families are important.
Instead they are encouraging same-sex marriage and that woman should not have babies. In fact a article in The Daily Herald said that the American birth rate is at its lowest for the fourth year in a row. It's now the lowest it's been in 14 years. Also there have been well over 1 billion abortions, world wide, since 1980.
Now the common feeling is that if you are at all unhappy in marriage, you should just give up and find a new partner. In 2009 the U.S. Census Bureau did an American Community Survey and found that the marriage breakups for first marriage is about 50%; the brake up rate after second marriage is 67% and the brake up rate for third marriage is 74%.
Does no one even considers the impact that this will have on the children who are missing a parent? Just a little side note on that, if a child's parents divorce that child is 4 times more likely to get a divorce than a child who's parents stayed together. That is if the parent, had any children. Children today more than ever need their mother ans father. Here are some statistics on how important it is for children to have a father.
Young men who grow up in fatherless homes are twice as likely to end up in jail as those who come from a traditional two parent home. (journal of research on adolescence September 14-2004)
63% of youth suicides come from fatherless homes.
85% of all children that exhibit behavioral disorders come from fatherless homes.
71% of all high school dropouts come from fatherless homes.
70% of juveniles in state-operated institutions come from fatherless homes. (National Institution of Justice 1998)
Kids that live in single or step-families report lower education expectation. (American Sociological Review 1991)
In a longitudinal study of 1,197 fourth-grade students researchers observed “greater levels of aggression in boys from mother-only households than from boys in mother-father households. (Journal of Abnormal Child Psychology 1995)
Almost twice as many high achievers come from two parent homes as come from one parent homes. (Charles F. Kettering Foundation 1990)
Only 13% of juvenile delinquents come from families in which the biological mother and father are marred to each other. By contrast, 33% have parents who are either divorced or separated and 44% have parents who were never marred. (Wisconsin Department of Health and Social Services April 1994)
The likelihood that a young male will engage in criminal activity doubles if he is raised without a father and triples if he lives in a neighborhood with a high concentration of single-parent families. (Underclass Behaviors in the United States,CUNY, Baruch College 1993)
In closing I would like to quote a poem entitled: I AM THE CAT. By: Leila Usher
In Egypt they worshiped me
I am the cat.
Because I bend not to the will of man 
They call me a mystery.
When I catch and play with a mouse,
They call me cruel.
Yet they take animals to keep
In parks and zoos that they may gape at them.
Nay, more, they persecute their own human creatures;
They shoot, they hang, they torture them,
Yet dare to call me cruel.
Could but see themselves
As I the Cat see them,
These human creatures, bereft of all freedom
Who fallow in the ruts others made 
Long ages ago!
Who have rings in their noses
Yet know it not.
They hate me, the Cat,
 Because, forsooth I don't love them.
Do they love me?
They think all animals were made for their pleasure,
To be their slaves.
And wile I kill only for my needs,
they kill for pleasure, power, and gold.
And then pretend to a superiority!
Why should I love them?
I, the Cat whose ancestors
Proudly trod the jungle,
Not one ever tamed by man.
Ah, do they know
That the same immortal hand
that gave them live, gave life to me?
But I alone am free--  
I Am The Cat.

This poem talks about how the human race takes things for granted.
It seems to me that if we do not chance our ways soon we will kill ourselves off.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

La-Karya's Time In The Woods...part 2

Read part 1 here: Link
Part 2:
...its ears where huge! Its face was so long that La-Karya could not believe it did not fall over. The site of such a creature made La-Karya's blood go cold, nothing and no one would be able to keep her here. La-Karya turned and fled up to the shrubbery she had been hiding in, but that wasn't far enough away from that horrible creature, she burst out of the shrubbery, crossed the hared ground where the monster had slapped and up into the tangled foliage on the other side, where she lay shaking with fright. What if it followed her? Some time later La-Karya saw the creature limping up the hard place that the monsters used.
After the glowing circle had vanished and reappeared mini times.
La-Karya was hoping down to where the water came out of the rocks, she very nearly hopped right into a little wiggly nose, her eyes slowly focused on the face behind the noes. La-Karya had only seen three other of her kind before, this one hardly resembled any of them, he was tough and muscular like her self, but small and shy.
La-Karya hopped backwards a pace, ready to fight this intruder who was on her territory. But he had no desire to fight this beautiful girl, he stayed where he was and spoke to her, he let his words flow, telling her every thing he knew. La-Karya calmed down as he spoke, listening to all he told her about the grass, the trees, the birds and all the creatures that lived here.
The sun had set and risen many times before the humans came back for her. La-Karya left ASPIN HILLS heart broken to leave her friend.
La-Karya died Oct. 18 2011.





Thursday, January 26, 2012

La-Karya's Time In The Woods...part 1

The wind whispered through the spiky leif trees. The glowing circle was in the middle of the sky when La-Karya heard the sound fo the horrible smelling monster came to life. She watched from her hiding spot, in the shrubbery. She watched as the five creatures who had brought her here, climbed into the monster. She sensed a immense sadness coming from the one who had introduced her to this beautiful place, and deep in side she knew that was the sors of that sadness. When the sound of the monster had faded away La-Karya let out her pint up breath. She turned and hoped through the shrubs to the water flowing out of the rocks. She drank a bit of water and let it flow down her throat. The creature that was called Bethany had left food and water for her, but the food wasn't nere as good as the plants that grew here, and the water after it was in the container she usad to drink from would taste dry and wired.

La-Karya hoped a short distins to some grass and nibbled it daintily, for a moment she wished that Butter-Cup had shared her love for the out side but Butter-Cup had said she was ' contented to sit in the sun and only have to hop a short ways to a reliable sors of food and water, and of cors being petted.' La-
Karya was not quit sure what Sun or Petted meant, but Butter-Cup seemed to think it was a necessary part of life.

La-Karya stopped chewing for a moment, she listened carefully, had she just heard some thing?
Then she saw it. It had been standing still so she hadn't noticed it. It was a terrifying sight, tall and thin....to be continued

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

My first attempt...

I'm taking a literature class with Eliza at her home. We started this club last October. I've enjoyed meeting every week for a book discussion of the chapters we read at home. Currently I am reading and almost finished with Anne of Green Gables.

What I've enjoyed most is Anne's imagination.